Red coat
Maybe fawn
Hazel eyes
Piercing eyes
Four legs
Three legs
Does it matter?
Perfection
My perfection

My brain is practical
While my heart loves
And bleeds
How can I go back
How can I go forward
Why am I  so torn?
I don't want that life anymore
But how do I leave it behind?
Do I want to leave it behind?
Why am I  so torn?

I'm here again
The trepidation is almost painful
Warm seas
Black veil
I'm not sure what I see
Or  if I want to to be
Why should now be any different
The smell is  unmistakeable
The sound undeniable
It's getting closer
There's nowhere to hide
If there was... Would I?
It would find me

I'm not sure of anything.
I'm not even sure of me.
My mind flip flops.
My heart breaks.
I just wanna be happy.
I'll settle for content.
Is this my final destination?
Is this where I'm supposed to be?
What is HIS final destination?
Is it me?

I don't know how I got here
I'm a prisoner of my thoughts
Life shouldn't be so complicated
Short AND  complicated?
I'm doomed

Why do people think they have the right?
The right to **** for no reason.
Then to justify the ****  for the season.
Why do people think they have the right?
To clear the forests for monetary gain.
A barren wasteland only to remain.
Why do people think they have the right?
To displace the life that belongs.
To replace that life with wrongs.
Why do people think they have the right?
To change God's landscape.
It's Mother Nature's ****.
Why do people think they have the right?
The right to **** God's dream.

I give my all.
I give more than that.
I give my soul.
I give me!
I gave my all.
I gave more than that.
I gave my soul.
I gave  me!
I lost me.